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Guv'nor (BADBADNOTGOOD Version)

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Are you saying carnivorous that eat humans?

Body snatching, which is tons and tons, like I said before.

Peep the smooth grooviness of lyrical ooziness with scalding ash and pumice rock like Mount Vesuvius.

The one that scorched up all them folks, they're still frozen in the very poses when the smoke cleared.

Rain and fire barbecued meat till it's mesquite off the grill, bought up in the fetal.

They like them pickled in smoke, bare -battered, deep -fried up if it's a joke.

It's on y 'all to serve man the cookbook. Whoever don't find it too funny to look, look.

With clear eyes and skies and seasons and clouded, I wonder how come the graveyards ain't overcrowded.

Know about it, listen children to delicacies, tender with the skin, bone, and many recipes.

Fresh from out the oven, bro, and what cut would you prefer, governor?

You know, there are other people say, well, you better not talk about, well, you know, why not?

They're responsible for 31 ,712 children disappearing in the last 25 years in the United States.

Focals spill over like the chilling words of the hover on the cup that runneth.

Let's keep it a hunneth. It's just the time for the world harvest.

No matter if you're stinking, filthy, rich, or impoverished.

On or offline, they out to get that new, new white meat, the fourth kind.

The plot thickens like a pot of hot crickets.

Few choose to mix it with a lot of rotten pig skins and get caught up in the rapture.

Led to the slaughter like cattle's off the pasture.

Give them back their pieces. These bloodthirsty gods eat you like mac and cheese, whiz.

Devoured alive, adrenaline is hot sauce.

Only thing could save you is melanin if you're not lost.

Similar slaughter to Solomon Gomorrah.

Flee from out the horror and your might could see tomorrow.

Wartime, they snack often, baby back orphans.

Always sent back for two tours, it's empty coffins.

Here's your portion. Fresh from out the oven, sir.

Prepared medium rare. Cheers, gov 'nor.

Whenever you see one, you ought to just run like hell.

Just get the hell out of its way.

Body magic.

Guv'nor (BADBADNOTGOOD Version) de JJ Doom - Letras y Covers